Plugged In
Betcha think I'm dealing when you see me round the brick block
Ask me what I got up in that ziplock
Oh, this one?
That would be the cable to the system
Now just a word of caution 'fore you listen
(Nah, nah, nah, play that shit)
Grip like a parasite
Six hundred Fahrenheit
My baggie known to pack a couple terabytes
If you ain't terrified then let me clarify
I specialize in shit that causes damage, if you're average put your pen aside
Paralyze an unprepared baby boy with a gamer mic
You play it right, it may ignite
This ain't the shit your neighbor like
For good reason, blowing up, Sail Season
Ask me for blow, I'll offer you some better shit
Seize 'em
(Watch)
Get a rapper plugged in
Cook it up until that shit be bubblin'
Pumpin'
Up the bass until the bunker buzzin'
Disgusting
Y'all ain't fucking with the all-trade Jack-o-lantern
Hack the vocals like a pumpkin
By the dozen
This just in
I can't tell a hater nothin'
Your judging is just another noise that needs some ducking
I'm Madlib thuggin', Miami Port hustlin'
My shit a hard drug, get a motherfucker plugged in
(Whip it-whip it-whip it hard)
Whip it high-grade, upper price range
Causing migraines
Vibrating speakers, higher crime rates
On the night grind way before the ninth grade
Sixth gear on Silk Road, switching lanes, get your ass up out of my way
Don't ever play by the book if somebody else wrote it, ego trip
Got the kick on point like a needle tip, atomic sub, torpedo ship
I'm the captain on top of the brand new wave, no way you'll do it justice
Y'all claim you move that dope
And yet you're lacking any substance
Plugged in
Your girl, boy, teacher, dealer, cousin
I hook 'em up, no bag, no tag, this shit ain't just production
Takes more than a conveyor belt to make the motherfucking Himalayas melt
Got 3 computers overheating, phone be beeping (brrr)
Alex Graham Bell, innovative shit to sell
I'm never risking prison but got loud by the decibel
Wrist be stirrin' up the wishing well
It's magic, feel like levitation how I swish and flick a spell
Get a rapper plugged in
Cook it up until that shit be bubblin'
Pumpin'
Up the bass until the bunker buzzin'
Disgusting
Y'all ain't fucking with the all-trade Jack-o-lantern
Hack the vocals like a pumpkin
By the dozen
This just in
I can't tell a hater nothin'
Your judging is just another noise that needs some ducking
I'm Madlib thuggin', Miami Port hustlin'
My shit a hard drug, get a motherfucker plugged in
Ask me what I got up in that ziplock
Oh, this one?
That would be the cable to the system
Now just a word of caution 'fore you listen
(Nah, nah, nah, play that shit)
Grip like a parasite
Six hundred Fahrenheit
My baggie known to pack a couple terabytes
If you ain't terrified then let me clarify
I specialize in shit that causes damage, if you're average put your pen aside
Paralyze an unprepared baby boy with a gamer mic
You play it right, it may ignite
This ain't the shit your neighbor like
For good reason, blowing up, Sail Season
Ask me for blow, I'll offer you some better shit
Seize 'em
(Watch)
Get a rapper plugged in
Cook it up until that shit be bubblin'
Pumpin'
Up the bass until the bunker buzzin'
Disgusting
Y'all ain't fucking with the all-trade Jack-o-lantern
Hack the vocals like a pumpkin
By the dozen
This just in
I can't tell a hater nothin'
Your judging is just another noise that needs some ducking
I'm Madlib thuggin', Miami Port hustlin'
My shit a hard drug, get a motherfucker plugged in
(Whip it-whip it-whip it hard)
Whip it high-grade, upper price range
Causing migraines
Vibrating speakers, higher crime rates
On the night grind way before the ninth grade
Sixth gear on Silk Road, switching lanes, get your ass up out of my way
Don't ever play by the book if somebody else wrote it, ego trip
Got the kick on point like a needle tip, atomic sub, torpedo ship
I'm the captain on top of the brand new wave, no way you'll do it justice
Y'all claim you move that dope
And yet you're lacking any substance
Plugged in
Your girl, boy, teacher, dealer, cousin
I hook 'em up, no bag, no tag, this shit ain't just production
Takes more than a conveyor belt to make the motherfucking Himalayas melt
Got 3 computers overheating, phone be beeping (brrr)
Alex Graham Bell, innovative shit to sell
I'm never risking prison but got loud by the decibel
Wrist be stirrin' up the wishing well
It's magic, feel like levitation how I swish and flick a spell
Get a rapper plugged in
Cook it up until that shit be bubblin'
Pumpin'
Up the bass until the bunker buzzin'
Disgusting
Y'all ain't fucking with the all-trade Jack-o-lantern
Hack the vocals like a pumpkin
By the dozen
This just in
I can't tell a hater nothin'
Your judging is just another noise that needs some ducking
I'm Madlib thuggin', Miami Port hustlin'
My shit a hard drug, get a motherfucker plugged in
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Writer(s): Jonas Fällman
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